I had always lived in a small town but when I turned eighteen, because of unfortunate circumstances, I got the chance to move anywhere I wanted. Having been there as a kid and just in the last year and falling in love with it, I chose Las Vegas, Nevada. A bit cliche I know, small town girl wanting a big life in a big city. I hoped on a late night bus out of nowhere, Texas ready to start my life somewhere, anywhere else. Well I should have been more careful about the anywhere part. Because when I woke up I wasn't in Las Vegas or even close! It seemed I had slept through the detour that I needed to get on the Vegas bus and instead I ended up in Cincinnati, Ohio. I had lived there for a short time as when I was thirteen with an aunt. I had no intentions to go back. And I had said that too, the day I ran away back to Texas. Sadly I had only bought a one way ticket and the lady in the bus stop didn't care if I was in the wrong town or not, so it looked like I was stuck in a shit city that I hadn't hated for years and only enough cash for a shittier motel and no job in sight and there was no way I was calling my family to come get me. Sure that had been the plan when I got the Vegas, I would rent a cheap motel room for a while and find a job and jump the bigger bridges when I came to them. But I was not in Vegas I was in a city I barely remembered and so far from home I couldn't even tell you want direction it was in.

That first week was insane and terrifying! I had at least found a job, as a waitress-bar tender in a small biker bar on the wrong side on the tracks, but the locals and regulars were nice enough and nobody really gave me any grief or asked too many question. One night while I waited for my cab to show up, I watched people coming and going from a small gym across the street. I had met a few of the guys when they would wonder into the bar, they were nice enough guys and waved as they went in. But there was one guy that night that I hadn't seen before. He had to be my age or a little older, with an almost baby face look but with an edge that said he was no baby. My eyes followed him, I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted to. I had this overwhelming feeling that if he walked out of my line of sight I would stop breathing. I heard a loud honk and looked away long enough to realize the taxi had shown up but I had to know what my mystery boy's name was, so I waved the cabby off and crossed the street to stand in line at the gym entrance.

There was a sign reading 'Combat Zone Wrestling. Here one night only!' above the usual Cody Hawk's wrestling and training gym sign. The place was packed with fans and haters alike. Being a wrestling fan for years I had heard of Cody but had never seen the man or if I had I was too little to remember. And being a fan of the hard core wresting I knew CZW. This would be a good thing for me and give me a break from the motel. But when I got close to the door a man was telling the woman taking money to only admit three more people they were too full as it was. I leaned to the left to count the people ahead of me I was not getting in that night as I was unlucky number five.

As I stepped out of line I seen mystery boy talking to the man at the door, I stopped, I couldn't move. You'd think my feet were glued to the ground and he my life support, if I looked away I would die. Then it happened, mystery boy looked my way and I wanted to die. Right then and right there I, Kianna O'Conner, could have died at eighteen, happily. My breath caught as his perfect blue eyes stared into me, spearing me with a look so intense that my skin grew cold and my head screamed for me to run. He gave me reprieve then, looking away to speak to the man again and I took my chance and turned to…to what, run away like a scared child? No I would not run, but since I couldn't get in anyhow I had to leave so I forced myself to move my feet just as I heard a man say: "Hey, you in the uniform."

I stopped mid step, stumbling as I turned. The man introduced himself as Cody Hawk, the man who'd been at the door and who'd been talking to mystery boy. "Yes?" I wasn't shy or scared but it came out that way and I silently scolded myself.

"I've got room for one more. So do you want to come in and see the fights?"

I knew he wasn't offering me a seat at random because mystery boy was still at the door with a secretly hopeful look in his eyes. I knew, somehow, if I said no it would crush him. Why or how I didn't know but I knew I never wanted to cause him pain. So I nodded and said yes. I can't tell you how many times I thanked Cody, like an idiot, as he led me to a front row seat that I'm sure was already taken, but what did he care he owned the place. I knew some of the guys that wrestled that night from the bar, some stopped by to say hi and two even said they wanted me there all the time that I was their lucky charm.

But mystery boy never came out I was starting to think he wasn't a wrestler, like he was just a friend of Cody's or something, when Cody stepped into the ring. "Ladies, Gentlemen, and the rest of you hooligans," he stopped to let the drunken laughter die down. Why stupid words can make drunks laugh is beyond me. "The man and hometown legend, you've all been waiting to throw your beers at." Yet another round of drunken laughs, "Jon Moxley!" The crowd went wild and Cody winked at me like we had a secret or something. As I set bewildered a guy in the row behind me, who was too drunk to swim in the bottle, let his beer fly only thanks to the impaired motor skills his cup landed in my lap, which splashed up like a cartoon covering my head.

People laughed around me while I tried to be good natured about the whole thing, after all it was an accident. Not like working at a bar I hadn't been covered in beer before. I forgot about the beer and laughing faces when I heard one of my favorite songs come on over the loud speaker Breakdown by Breaking Benjamin. I knew then Jon Moxley was my mystery boy and Cody's wink had been the acknowledgement to the fact. He came out from behind the curtain like the fucking king of bad asses, the cockiest smirk planted on his face. The mystery boy was no boy, he was a walking talking wrestling god and knew it. The laughter died or I was too engrossed in him to hear it, I didn't care which. While he went about his usual routine I simply stared at the ground, embarrassed by the fact that I was covered from head to toe, by that point, in beer. When he got in the ring he walked to the left side where I was seated. "Hey, you. Girl in the black. Front and center!"

After the drunk who'd thrown the beer had been trying to cop a feel since then I wasn't in the best of moods, though I tried not to let it affect me the pervert was wearing thin. So when I looked up I sarcastically answered, "Did I put hey you on my badge this morning?" the music and crowd calmed down so he heard every word.

He simply laughed, it was angelic with a twist sound that made my heart stop. "Here." He tossed a towel my way, "I saw you got soaked and since the beer was really meant for me I grabbed a towel." From what I was reading on the signs and hearing from the people this guy was not a nice guy why would a mean rude asshole care if a random chick took a beer for him or hell even jumped in front of a bullet for him? But I wasn't some random chick he'd asked Cody to let me in but he didn't even know me.

Well, I was soaked and I really didn't want to walk home with wet beer head so I wasn't about to turn down the towel but the thought crossed my mind again only once again my brain to mouth filter proved to not be working, "why do you care?" but he didn't hear me because a different song had come on and his opponent walked out. He offered me a quick genuine smile that nobody but me seen before he went to battle with a much larger guy. I couldn't take my eyes off of him I had to know how his body moved, how his muscles contracted and released when he gave or took a hit. I'd never seen so much grace from a wrestler before. It was like I was watching the match in slow motion and with one smooth final move he had the match won. The ringing of the bell shook the mesmerized state out of my brain. Jon stood there tall and soaked in blood but not in a gross way he wore blood like one would the royal jewels, with pride. Cody jumped in the ring, hugged him like a father would, raised his hand and said "Your winner JON MOXLEY!" Both men smiled like the cat who got the cream. Yet I found myself thinking about how Jon would move in bed or in the locker room for all I cared. My mystery boy had turned into a wrestling god and then into a beast in the ring and I wanted to know and see more. I also had a feeling I knew him. It was just an out of place feeling I was sure.